Friday Poetry: Theodore Roethke

Happy Friday!

I hope everyone has some good plans for the weekend.

My chosen poem this week is by the American poet Theodore Roethke (1908-1963).

Sloth

In moving slow he has no Peer.
You ask him something in his Ear,
He thinks about it for a Year;

And, then, before he says a Word 
There, upside down (unlike a Bird),
He will assume that you have Heard

A most Ex-as-per-at-ing Lug.
But should you call his manner Smug,
He'll sigh and give his Branch a Hug;

Then off again to Sleep he goes,
Still swaying gently by his Toes,
And you just know he knows he knows.

Theodore Roethke

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